Swiftly down the river, a canoe rides the current, crashing into rocks and sediment, swaying with each bump of cascading water. Shoes and other evidence of human residue slosh back and forth inside the hull.
Words scribbled on an envelope, stuffed inside a pocket, soaked from river wash, disintegrate into flotsam. “I tried to call, but the river took my phone,” Ron wrote. “I did this for you, but you’ll never know why.”
I’m participating in Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction Challenge. This week’s prompt – Words.